First Words…

Words are many,

Turds are fewer,

Birds there are so many more,

Nerds are there too so goes this lore…

More are there people,

Sore are they from pain,

Core is where their brain, escapes the same,

Sore & core attached can be score, like that in a game…

Life is full of the written word, so many,

Rife with life, we see what can be plenty,

Strife comes from a long time of pain,

Knife is yet another that rhymes herein, oh too plain…

So many variations on the writing style,

Go through most of it, do we all,

Flow do we do it and otherwise call,

Slow do we write; yes we do crawl…

Learned a lot maybe herein today,

Burned through the cobwebs of mind we say,

Spurned we have our inabilities from the past,

Unconcerned we are for our own sensibilities, while they last…

              © ed – 4/2/04